Maybe from taking my meds but they just reduce anxiety. Maybe that's what I need more than anything. Either way I took more immediately.

Watched the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles and could hear better. Something is different. Listened to Killing Strangers. Felt sadder more like I'm supposed to.

A raccoon in the yard looked as big as a pit bull, and I thought it was one.

It crawled up the fence, into a sky the color and shape of cotton candy.

Hugged the fence to balance, like a furry, fat train.